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The boots were blue in colour
Painted to look like the sky
And worn by a gal with other things
She was aged 18 to 45
And looked timless ageless  
It was the blue painted ex army boots
That she used wore to gigs
Pubs and clubs when she was free
Not working as a programmer
In the Italian civilian aviation industry
The job was boring but paid well
She'd done it for 8 years
Was a legend at the plane factory
The lady who wore her blue boots
Even in the office a different pair
She got results delivered the goods
Had worked on 36 different projects
They simply knew her as Azzurro
The blue booted gal
Small but terrible/looking lovely open shirt/my darling bright wraith
Carlo C Gomez Aug 15
tonight the sky.

dark palette.

the stars are projectors.
the paintings of them are in
perpetual motion,
carry the zero.

conflicted still life.
of spathodea.
of pomegranate.
of her own folded-up *****.

it's all in how you interpret
the brushwork.
girls can tell.

a reassuringly dull sunday
turns to intrigue.
the busy girl buys beauty.

people are places and things.
lost affections in a room
in need of images
or at least explanations.

she looks for it.
she listens for them.

the sound of existing.
the sound of a quiet room.
a rainstorm or possibly the sound
of someone taking a shower.

blind little rain.

autosleeper lowers her head.
the economy of sleep patterns.
and little else celsius.

tonight the sky.

tomorrow a place where
one can ruin oneself,
go mad, or commit a crime
with paint.
Bastiana as me, being this lady truly that you see,
Within my solemn being, I am a love-a living dream.

You can not keep me from the light,
I am always a part of life, though not in plain sight.

Have a few or two lily's and put them aside,
I give this to the well and cast the spell-bide my time.

I tried the name Sebastian on for size, no lie,
But found myself in love with Bastiana, I can't deny.

Bastiana as me, I know I'm Alan to some degree,
But when all is frozen in time-don't you know?
My love, Bastiana...why this is the one true me.
My love, it's this one and only name, the real me!

Why oh why do I keep on trying to deny...?

Bastiana means revered, by the by. Hehe
To applauding of the stars
the pleasing sight of God
  Mesmerising were the words spoken on
    to have loved, to have once been in love.

To as a Queen; ruling my heart
she—black beauty, as the blanket dark of
  night; filled in angel’s stars.
   Mystic dust, upon the early virtue of time.
     To have loved so young.

To have tasted a fruit of passion
  minor still, but a major experience
   That which is in present, a memory entangled
    in my dreams. I’m restless,—

As my lips quiver of a then long before
  Longing presently; ‘verly for more
   As so—how could I ever forget...
          forget the first I kissed a girl!
A Jul 6
Little girl, little girl
Little girl so empathetic
Independent, self sufficient
Way before an adolescent
Little girl...
Little girl taken for granted
Little girl holding the weight of the entire ******* world
And I don't know how she could manage
Little girl can keep a hold of her composure
Been maturing way before she was adulting
Little girl....
Little intellectual
Potentially a master or professional
I'm talking just as equally intelligent as cynical
This little girl ..
Little girl with an addiction
Always asking all these questions
Little girl gets so conflicted
Cause she finds that she already knew the answers
Now she fed up
Little girl
Little girl you cannot fix what isn't broke
But so determined little girl just won't give up
This little girl...
A girl
had seen
the once
stars before
her eyes,
as small
as they
they saw
a refuge
in the place
she called
in the
night, she
lands in
the garden
of the moon,
she had seen
every petal
as a word of
poetry, a
the flowers of
her becomes
a guest within
the heart,
they asked,
“how did
you know
of our
to which
she says,
“I am
love and
so are
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